[Intro: Birdman]Know I might say YMCMB a lotIt’s ’cause I love my squadShoutout to that We The Best musicPlay that new Ace Hood! Guess what? YMCMB!

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]OK, now God that’s above, the only man who can judgeFlip a brick to a Benz, never reveal who the plugOver money, I know some young’ins who turned on their bloodIf niggas’ bitches, just dig em ditches, that’s rule number oneAin’t never gonna turn on my niggas, I put that shit on my sisterKeep that ho when I ride, and I’m talking about my lil pistolThat’s cause the streets hella coldMost of my friends turn to foesSome of these niggas are bitchesMost of these women be hoesBut I just stay on my grizzle, fuck we get money, niggasMost these pussies just talk it, I really know me some killersDon’t even go there, don’t even go there! Most of my niggas labeled felons boy don’t make em go thereI holler, fuck a man, that pussy shit you stand forThese people hate that I done made it, what you mad for?I’m doing me, my truey jeans, is full of cash flowAnd that real nigga shit the only thing I stand onI’m out of my mind, I’m going 200 on the dash boardMy whips so foreign, it’s a must I keep my passportMy chopper gold, I mean that Trinidad James hoIn twenty jesus pieces, bury me with chains on, pussy!

[Bridge: Birdman]Shoutout to that boy stunner! Shoutout to that boy George Dukes! Shoutout to my nigga Wayne! Mac Man, I see you!

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]OK, now two jesus pieces runningThese streets and my loafersEvery day I’m a hustler, I gotta meet my new quotaRest in peace all my niggas, I’m trying to find me some closureNiggas ain’t who they say they are, it’s ’bout time expose emFresh and I’m in that new Lotus, I block the fake like a golieKilling these niggas I promise, just wanted to send my condolenceBetter know we out here, yeah boy, we out hereAnd it ain’t no limes you know them couches, I’m paper countingThem cowards pilingTake a trip overseas then come back and buy me beamerTippin’ toe on the forges, that’s a new ballerinaOnly eat up the pussy if you smell like a finnaKeep some shit in the trunk, that just might clear out arenasI’m talkin’ Starvation 2, the beast is back in the boothI got that shit off the muscle, I’m only preaching the truthI thank the Lord every morning, I’m not that boy on the cornerGot a crib big as walmart and ho I’m the owner, yeah!

[Outro: Ace Hood & Birdman]Toe tag, nigga! Ace Hood! Trials and tribulations, the new album, 2013, niggaWe the hottestWe the bidness, nigga, we them niggasYa feel me?(We got too much money to be fuckin around with ya’ll niggas)We the best! (See sometimes you gotta understand)YMCMB! (We don’t personally have to come see you, But we will have somebody personally to come see you)